Before they even reached the Jiang Family home, Jiang Shiyuan received a call from Sister Wu, one of the household servants.
She said the young master had accidentally fallen while practicing in the dance studio at home and twisted his ankle.
Jiang Zixing had injured his leg falling down the stairs a few months ago, and this time it was the same leg. Jiang Father and Jiang Mother were both worried, so everyone headed to the hospital instead.
After the call ended, Jiang Shiyuan and Deng Shu were still worried.
"I wonder how badly he fell. Zixing is a dancer. It would be terrible if it left any lasting damage."
"Yes, how could he be so careless?"
Jiang Huaijin turned the car around and headed toward the hospital. "It's just a sprained ankle. It's not that serious."
Jiang Xun remained comfortably reclined against his seat. His head still felt a little heavy, but he had slept too much at noon and wasn't sleepy now. He watched their back-and-forth as though enjoying a show.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
What a coincidence.
When they reached the hospital, Jiang Zixing had already come out of the examination room. He sat in a wheelchair with gauze wrapped around his left ankle.
The servant pushed his wheelchair from behind, carrying his medication.
"Mom, Dad, why did you all come?"
Jiang Huaijin and Jiang Xun followed them inside. Jiang Zixing looked even more surprised. "You're both here too? Isn't Xun sick?"
Jiang Xun walked up to Jiang Zixing and gave him a friendly smile. "I'm fine. How could I be more important than my little brother?"
Jiang Zixing's expression shifted slightly at those words. Not knowing what to say for a moment, he smiled back.
"How